2016 Christmas Special: Christmas on Cadilay Avenue

by Rosé LaVee, Boris Markov, and Torch Arenen - 25.12.16

It's a mouthful of horror, seeing some electric eye's...fertile imagination.

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“I hate your life. That's the obscenely comfortable bed. The triumph of mucus, the death of the clock.” She slammed the same as they could barely existed. She looked like a toy company, she readjusted her twelve stomachs. I might have to sooth her way across the next century.

Dhubagèl cast over their themed cupcakes and what extent Mr. DeBlon's once-brilliant, once-inquisitive, once-imaginative brain has almost lived. It rolled over. Finally, it exploded. Perhaps, unbelievably, he was able to take a bath before blowing up.

“Good times had never lived. I am here: I am just been a photographer (It might have children. I can’t wait to face sitting just killed John Boss the place, and ventured up through this point.” Aerin was interrupted by the world. “What the...you're...where the hell aren't you dead?”

“It's no fun if I tell you!” John cheerily replied “We'll barely even have to decline. I'm washing my hair tonight.”

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~ The Next Morning... ~

Mary turned to Joseph with a relieved smile. “So what of the archive with a few moments?” Trying to it against the hole in forests and music in Mary's eyes she burned along with the other.

“The cemetery is a single tear from the Dryadora National Gallery, the cobbled street, a noisy six-year-old and the eventual home of Her heavenly body.” Her arms were joking. “Godspeed, my job sir.” They meandered around with books, stacks of a breath.

She put whatever book she was reading on the concave roof - pantheons of nature spirits presiding over the decades with love and awe without its cerebral edge dulling in the kitchen where he keeled over the spots of daisies and the voice of Dhubagèl Shaen which intoned “This is a secure line. If anyone looks at Her and knows, he can only dream from his mouth.”

To this child she turned her marriage. “...I don't need to determine the life in the ‘[chapter:verse]’ formatting.”

“No, I really miss it.”

Feminist critics might emphasise the signified genders, reading the male’s reflective, reflexive identity as a cello began playing low, mysterious notes. A new image wiped horizontally across the hall.

Bass strings with your index fingers hammered the faces of shit out of the window of the birthday party. “Full name?”

The king sighed in the entire massed armies of collapse. “By the only name we should be.”

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~ Chain length 2 ~

Aerin turned into a fraud for inspiration: a black insect in the wicker chair in a busy street corner, the ancient truth sculpted into his coat stand.

“You boys have just passed the point of absurdity!”

Aerin turned around to face the guards, welcoming them with open arms. “Gentlemen! Glad you could be anyone, anywhere, maybe even at any time. We'll tell stories of this agreement that didn't end with him simply getting away.”

His vision became normal after a few seconds, his eyes before the undulating mass in his seat as they laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed. Aerin was standing. “Same again?” he asked.


“Two pints for the faint crackling voice coming from inside the device.”

Lockswell stepped back, pacing around what was left of the palace, people flew down corridors, splattered onto wall-hung paintings, and slid across marble floors before they were impaled on the gun. “Normal. Until people started dying.”

Aerin still recognised his face. “All this came to be rotating around to see how my life will influence the world?”

“Not exactly, although that’ll be interesting to find out.”

“What story?” Aerin swallowed, his heart pounding half-terrified but half-curious. “This one.” Dhubagèl put a hand up near his cheek, “in front of his body was found the source of the sky, then a naked man with an incident on Wednesday.” Satisfied that his eyeball was still safely fitted in its appropriate socket, he stood up and impatiently walked through into the wood assertively. Aerin quietly followed him like a cancer of time.

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“Khabagèlly counters.”

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On the other end of the hall: 879. Dhubagèl held the doorknob and looked back at Chel for a few moments, trying to look threatening while sporting a puddle of piss all down his trousers. He replied, “Fine. How are you? If you've been given form of a very beautiful. Is all. My thoughts are what happen to touch anything.”

“He asked why I won’t let them, as like this semi-mythical collection of life would become without noticing. She loves the safety of religious ceremony.” They bounced.

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“[25:21] And, lo and behold, following the light's origin led them to thrive and live happy lives.”

And with that, our hero and his face was frozen in horror, his mouth as his eye, but some quickly averted their gaze as his skeleton rearranged itself back into the middle of the Stallion and Mare Inn. Aerin Liette sat at his grave. Maybe everyone had decided it was a question. “Are we going to die? I'm going to say about that. I am living in the dead of night, years from now. And I wondered why we didn't have children. I always felt I couldn't.” So what, if he were delivering lines from a play?

She readjusted her grip on the table. “Jesus is a near-mythical warrior of legendary stature among their ranks, proficient in every known form of combat. Boss is a lie, Aerin. John Boss...he is a hallucination, Aerin. You are a crazy person now. Enough of your book.”

He smiled reassuringly at her, and stood up and screaming away.

She silently held the doorknob and looked back at the viewer. “And a Happy New Year!”